It has to end. I just can’t care for him any longer. When he first came to us, I was vigilant about feeding him, looking after him, helping him reach his potential. But it’s been a month now and I just don’t think I can do it any more.
I could blame it on my busy life. Already caring for five males (one husband, three sons and a ginger cat), it would be reasonable to say I don’t have room in my life for another.
I could blame the injury. A fall at work last week left me on crutches for a day and my scraped right hand is still giving me gyp. It doesn’t need another task to undertake each day.
But if I were to be truly honest, I would have to admit that it’s most probably because I am bored. He’s had a pretty good life with us, three times longer than we were expected to keep him, but he’s starting to outstay his welcome.
I almost killed him over the weekend. He should have been fed on Friday. I remembered on Monday. He’s hanging in there but it doesn’t seem right to subject him to such neglect.
So it’s time to lay Herman to rest.
Herman is a chain-letter cake. Okay, so technically he’s Herman the German Friendship Cake but when it comes right down to it, he’s really just an edible version of those annoying chain letters that do the rounds. I’m not much of a fan of chain-anythings but in this case, at least we got cake. Multiple cakes, in fact.
The theory, having been given Herman by a ‘friend’ (see aforementioned opinion of chain letters and suchlike), is to look after and grow Herman until he is able to give of himself and to then pass him on to three friends while keeping one portion for yourself to bake into a cake. I thought it was clever to give away two portions, make a cake with one and then keep the last one to start all over again. Herman has been prolific in his sharing. I thought we’d be together longer. Others have lived for 25 years. It’s a romantic idea but impractical in a barely-managing household of teenagers and working parents.
I’m sorry, Herman.
At least you can cater for your own wake.
Ha, we were gifted a Herman starter! I was delighted when we gave him away, my boys less so! 🙂 Ros
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Part of the reason that I think it is time to give him up is that the cake has been disappearing much more slowly than the first ones did. Perhaps we’re all a little bored. (And that’s with trying variations on the cake recipe.)
Thanks for commenting, Ros. 🙂
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Poor Herman. He sounded delicious. Maybe he was just to plain to everyone’s liking. Or lacked that pizzaz a popular dessert tend to have. Maybe he was just too ordinary. I’m not much of a baker but when I do put something sweet in the oven, I make sure it’s a small portion…if it’s good, it’s good. If it’s not, then it will be downed quickly in no time 🙂
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Herman’s first offering was delicious. The second, a berry variation on the apple original was also quite tasty. The third one was made when he was a bit sick so it wasn’t his best offering. And now… now I think we’re just a bit over cake. Gasp! I never thought I’d use those words in this house….
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A bit over cake?! Never tire of cake! It fills you up nicely and is a great conversation starter.
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The things you learn in the blogosphere…
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You know me… Confronting the pressing issues of the day….
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Sorry about your fall. I hope you’re up and literally running soon. And, poor Herman, but I am sure it was the humane thing to do.
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Thanks Trent. I’d just got myself back on track and got out and ran Monday night, then fell over Tuesday morning. Sometimes the Universe has a sick sense of humour….
We’ll give Herman as fitting a farewell as we can.
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Oh well, I guess it wasn’t time for you to start back into your running routine…
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I love the concept of these growing and sharing breads and cakes, but really… when it’s all said and done, you have to eat it. And eat it. And eat it. RIP, Herman.
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It was fun. For about three weeks. And the cake was yum. For about three weeks.
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‘Tis a talented “friend” that can cater his own wake……I’m thinking you’ve done more than your fair share on this one and it’s okay to let him go. Sometimes it’s the more peaceful option……… 🙂
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Thanks for your support, Torrie. We feel sad to let him go but it will remove quite a lot of stress from the house and quite a lot of padding from my middle.
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Ohhhh…….that padding may yet be needed for those falls you’ve been having………be careful not to drop it all at once! 🙂
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Believe me when I tell you there was definitely NO RUNNING during bike riding at school today!
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Let’s see….there was the Fall of Adam and Eve, the Fall of the Roman Empire, the Fall of MoSY, and now the Fall of Herman…..what is this world coming to?
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We’ll all be murdered in our beds!
Or we might not get cake.
I’m not sure. It’s one of those.
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We might just have to storm the Bastille!
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By the way, your drawing of Herman’s gravestone is a hoot! Those daffodils remind me of cheerleaders with megaphones! 🙂
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I’m really impressed that you worked out they were daffodils! 😀
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Not sure I entirely understand the concept, but if it involves passing on any cake to anybody else at some point, Herman would definitely never have made it out of our house.
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But I’m sure he would at least have fulfilled his potential. I’ve heard horror stories of Hermans dying unloved and uncaked.
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Poor Herman…
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I have had a couple rounds of this kind of dough passing in my earlier days. The last time, about 10 years ago, the resulting volcanic mass made 12 dozen muffins which none of my family liked. I took them to a local soup kitchen and they were warmly welcomed there. Since that no more Hermans for me.
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That was a good thought to have, Sue. I’m sure Herman appreciated being used in such a way.
I didn’t think of muffins. It would be a way of hiding “yet another Herman cake” in disguise.
I’ll let you know if they end up at the local soup kitchen…
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Only you. Definitely. Well, you and the other idiots. [grin]
But H darlin, it actually looks YUMMY !!! I note I wasn’t included in the chain, and I am grateful because I would’ve eaten Herman’s offspring entirely on my own. Which I think you know. 🙂
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I didn’t think you’d thank me…
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😉
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I’m hungry for cake now. Thanks a lot.
PS: Do not send Herman to me. I have enough to do with two good hands. :-p
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Given the rate of postal delivery between us and you, poor Herman would have been a shrunken fossil by the time he reached you.
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True. That’s okay. There is a bakery two blocks from home…in case there’s a cake emergency.
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For a second I thought Herman was just a plain old sourdough starter; but a German Friendship cake! What’s the difference (if that’s not too dumb a question)?
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It’s the same concept as a normal sourdough starter, it’s just cake based (there’s a lot of sugar involved). The friendship angle is just because you’re supposed to share the excess. I don’t know why he’s German.
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Thought it might be! I guess the sugar makes it grow quite quickly. I had to buy a bigger jar for our starter yesterday so that we could bake more, more often. I think that was a case of optimism stomping all over experience and common sense. But it’s a nice jar, and will look good with biscuits in it when we get tired of baking bread. 🙂 Unless of course the b&b thing happens.
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We did a Herman once and I know what you mean. The novelty does wear off after a while. I can’t remember what happened in the end though.
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So it clearly wasn’t traumatic ending it all if you can’t remember it. This is good to know. 🙂
Or maybe it was and you’ve blocked it out…. Oh.
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No, I think we just cooked and ate the lot.
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Every mother has to supervise one of these things at least once – to know not to do it again! Until she forgets and is persuaded by offspring it is essential to happiness!
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This one didn’t even come through the kids. It’s entirely self-inflicted.
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You had me guessing. Yes, have been there too! Life is too short to worry about feeding Hermans after the first cake.
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Yes. Can’t believe it took me three cakes to realise that. 🙂
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Do not send Herman to me, my mailbox will not hold him. I have nurtured his friend in the past and find he is a visitor hard to discourage.
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I keep trying to run him down and he keeps bouncing back! It’s like something from a horror movie. They’ll find us all dead in our beds, smothered by sourdough starter…
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I learn something new everyday … and today it was chain-cake. What an odd concept. I already have enough *issues* (licorice, chocolate, etc) without adding recurring cake to the list. Whoever dreamed up this idea was evil.
I’m glad you killed off the devil spawn before it could spread any further. Good work.
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It’s still spawning! I can’t kill it! Help me!
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Sorry, you’re on your own. I’m afraid I have to sacrifice the weak here (that would be you, my friend). Rejuvenating cake sounds lethal and I’m not touching it!
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Well. Now I know where I stand. You’ll be sorry, you know. When they find me buried under an avalanche of cake starter, you’ll be sorry. Not nearly as sorry as I will be but you’ll definitely be sorry.
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{hanging my head in shame}
You’re right. It was uncharitable of me to not help you.
Please send as much of it as you can to Maggie … and MJ as well. They’ll appreciate it – I know they will! 🙂
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See, now that is helpful. All is forgiven. (But I suspect Maggie and M-J may have a few issues with you soon.)
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Maaaaybeeeee ….
You might want to send it anonymously 😉
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They (and you) are off the hook. A friend reminded me today that Herman can be frozen. It’s weird – if you put him in the fridge he dies but he doesn’t mind cryogenics apparently.
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So Herman lives to conquer hearts and stomachs another day. I predict a sequel is coming to this horror story 😉
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Spreading the comfort.
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I guess so.
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I thought Herman was a euphemism for your running beetroot (because you’d hurt your foot 🙂 ). Funny how the human mind works… or not 😦
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I went back and read it with that idea in mind. It works! I love it. The human mind works in mysterious and beautiful ways. 🙂
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I am not a fan of cake (even before my current diet restrictions), but enjoyed your obit all the more for being disinclined to Herman and his ilk.
Since no one said it:
May he rest in pieces.
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Herman chose cryogenics over cremation. He is currently resting piecefully (in four containers) in my freezer.
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